The white sheep of the family
Loren regarded her cooly, but not cruelly. "I'm not busy." As she mentioned she wanted to talk, he simply nodded, though he didn't respond. Nor did he give any indication whether he thought it was good to see her. In fact, he was barely reacting at all.
As she explained why she was there and what was new with her, he continued to look at her with a mostly impassive expression on his face. "Congratulations on both counts. What new ability have you developed. Also, best of luck with my cousin. She can be a harsh mistress." The words were not even a little bit enthusiastic. Instead, they were dull and monotone.
When she finally asked what was wrong, however, his jaw feathered with tension. "Yes. I lost someone." His eyes grew sad for the briefest of moments. "Someone else, I should say." Then all traces of sorrow were gone as if they'd never been.
As she explained why she was there and what was new with her, he continued to look at her with a mostly impassive expression on his face. "Congratulations on both counts. What new ability have you developed. Also, best of luck with my cousin. She can be a harsh mistress." The words were not even a little bit enthusiastic. Instead, they were dull and monotone.
When she finally asked what was wrong, however, his jaw feathered with tension. "Yes. I lost someone." His eyes grew sad for the briefest of moments. "Someone else, I should say." Then all traces of sorrow were gone as if they'd never been.
Will blood tell
